My Commute to the Office

I Hope I Never Get to Old

That I stop

Dreaming big

tantalizing

Loving Superhero movies

Laugh at someone falling

kissing madly & passionately

Eating swedish fish

loving summer nights

cocktails with my girls

girls night

date night

cocktails with him

dressing fabulously

open-minded

fall in love really hard even if I’m already in love with the person

decorate

travelling

exercise

I never want to give up hoping…wishing…working…writing…

I know old age will come one day but I hope it’s after a life well lived…

 

I just posted the lyrics because its what she sings that moves me.

This song makes me feel like a Lion. Strong and Confident. I am here!

Fed up!!

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Tuesday Movie Night

When I see a child about two years old have a complete melt down in a store I don’t bat an eye. I give the mom what I hope is a ‘it will get better, we’ve all been there look’ and keep it moving. Sometimes our little precious will really show their ass but most times their behavior is pretty predictable and you, as a loving parent, should work with their nature not against it.

 

Why as a parent would you want to add stress to your life by dragging your four-year old child to a 7:30 movie on a Tuesday night? I don’t blame the child for their constant outbursts, screaming Go Iron Man, and commentary every ten seconds. I blame the parent. First, shouldn’t that child be winding down for bed at 7:30? Second, weren’t you stressed when people kept looking back at you sucking their teeth and shhhhhing your child? You could not  have enjoyed the movie and neither did we.

I hate it when parents get indignant when their child misbehaves in a movie theater or restaurant that is not age appropriate for their attendance. Are you kidding me? You get angry with us for being upset when your two-year old hurls a ketchup bottle to our table…yes, that REALLY happened and I would not have been upset except that it was 8:30 in the evening.

Seriously folks, I know how much as a parent you still want to do the things you used to enjoy but give us a break and get a sitter.

Would it be rude for me to start a petition that after 6pm there be two designated theaters, one for parents with children under twelve and the other for adults who don’t want to hear a six month old screaming for a bottle but those adults have to STFU too?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When Jeans Attack

This is a true story. The names have been deleted to protect the stupid.

This afternoon at North Providence High School a 17-year-old student was viciously attacked by his pants. The school is investigating but witnesses say that the young man was chasing another friends car in the school parking lot when his pants just dropped to his knees. Sending him face first onto the concrete, knocking out four front teeth. The man was wearing his pants in a sagging fashion, below the waist.

“I peeped the whole thing,” a witness said. “His pants just attacked dude for no reason. I have chem with dude and he’s a cool dude. I don’t mess with them jeans from Hollister, same thing happened to another dude I know.”

Attacks by sagging jeans has been on the rise since more young guys actually try to run with their jeans belted below the buttocks. See the picture above.

“I cost his mom $60, I come from a decent store. Where’s my respect?” The Hollister jeans yelled as they pulled back on the boys behind. “Why should I feel remorseful this a-hole didn’t even have on a belt. I didn’t really mean to make him lose teeth, cuz his mom and dad are nice and I know that it will cost them to fix this a-holes mouth. I’m supposed to be on the waist, is that too much to ask?”

PULL YOUR PANTS UP IDIOT

or this could be you

GOT INSURANCE?

anXIOUs

So much going on and I feel like I can’t handle everything.

Those moments when you(I)  feel panic creeping up behind you (MEEEEEE).

Breathe. Count. Exercise. Make a list. Prioritize. hitting the fear head on is the only thing that calms me but sometimes that takes a moment for me to face. this week I have to get that creeping feeling from behind me.

Have to face it eventually. How do you tackle those anxious feelings?

*making my own cookies

This may be a bit personal

but we’re friends, I feel free to share. Last night after a very long bath, it’s migraine season again, I was fumbling through my draws looking for something to wear. Maybe, I’m moody but I was horrified when I could not find any pretty pj’s to put on. All my stuff is old, like ewwww old. How the hell did that happen? I believe in looking nice even when I go to bed even if there is no one next to me to judge. How did my evening wear get down to frayed waist bands, faded colors, and mixed match everything?

I’m not a satin frilly pale pink robe kinda girl, I don’t mind the sweatpants to bed look as long as it’s cute to me. I won’t wear said sweatpants outside, ever, clothes are regulated to outside clothes and inside clothes. I will not do the drop off school run in pjs. Just not a good look for me. So how my nighttime drawer became a nightmare is a mystery. Will rectify asap.

Now as much as I do love buying ‘inside’ clothes there is a limit. If I pay $60 plus for a pj set I’m wearing that isth to work on date night. *amending inside outside clothes rule?